Tangled in a Web of Lies (25 page)

“How do I look?” she asks when she notices she’s only in a bra. Her breasts are high up on her chest with her arms draped over her head. Her soft skin is prickled with goose bumps, thanks to the chill in the cement structure building as the sun begins to set. Her nipples are so tight, they strain through her bra.

He moves toward her, taking the knife from its holster on his leg, he cuts her bra open, letting the whole thing fall to the floor. She smiles, anticipating his touch. Taking her breast in his mouth he sucks hard and she moans softly. Then his teeth take hold of the small little nub, and tighten down on her skin. Just as they sink into the surface, she turns her head into her arm, letting a pained and sexy moan escape her.

Odin moves away, taking in the sight of her breasts, now with matching teeth marks. A small stream of blood trickles down her torso. The metallic taste bites at his tongue.

“You comfortable baby?” he asks, reaching a hand out and stroking her hair.

“Yes,” she replies like a perfect little pet.

He smiles at her, then leaves her chained up while he makes his way back to the barn. Once inside, he starts searching through the tool shed.

“What are you thinking?” The haunting voice comes from deep inside his head. It’s his father’s voice. It’s almost as though Odin can feel his father looming over his shoulder as Odin lifts his hand to the steal anal hook.

“What are you going to do to her?” His father’s murderous voice taunts him to do the worst.

“I’m not going to fucking kill her, that’s for sure.” Odin speaks to no one, but the voice in his head.

“You ride them hard enough, for long enough, they’ll kill themselves. Just like your mother.”

Odin turns, as if to face the man that no longer stands there. A man he killed himself and dumped in the swamp years ago. He knows the figure of his old man standing before him now is just an illusion.

“You killed my mother. I saw the whole thing from your bedroom window,” says Odin in a dark voice.

In his delusion, the old man smiles, shaking his head with a sinister laugh. “She killed herself. Your mom knew I’d never let her walk away. Her trying leave was suicide, it was her choice.”

“Maybe if you’d treated her better, Mom wouldn’t have tried to bail.”

The old man turns his gaze to the steal hook in Odin’s hand, the one Odin plans to hook into Lila’s perfect little ass while he fucks her in her chains, hanging from the ceiling in the slaughterhouse.

“That your idea of treating a girl right? She’ll hit her limit with you. Every girl hits her limit eventually, you know that. Then she’ll try to leave and you won’t be able to watch her walk away. You want to hate me, but deep down we’re the same. One day, you’ll stop fighting it.”

Fuck him! The old man doesn’t know shit about Lila or him. They’re in love, and the old man doesn’t even know what love is. He’s a heartless, merciless demon that lost control over the pain hungry beast inside of him. Odin knows he has the same pain hungry beast inside of him too, but he coexists with his demons, they don’t control him. And Lila won’t leave.

Ready to do what he came here to do, Odin heads back toward his bike. In the saddle bag is everything he needs to brand Lila, including the iron he had made before they left Santa Monica. His father marked every victim he ever took. If he didn’t own and control them, he wasn’t satisfied. Take them, break them, own them. It’s the only way Odin is ever going to feel security with Lila, marking her as his.

He uses some rubbing alcohol to swab down the steal hook. With the hook, and the iron in hand, he heads back for the slaughterhouse.

Lila’s back is to him as he sets the tools down on the table behind her. Her ass catches his eye, red curls dangling down to her waist. She turns her head, but isn’t able to turn far enough to see him.

“You love me, Lila?” he asks, running his fingers across her back, choosing the perfect spot.

“Yes.”

Her hands are a dark shade of purple now, and her body has begun to shiver in the cold.

“I love you too. It’s been hard lately, seeing you as mine. I can’t get the image of Jaime raping you out of my head. It’s fucking with me, and it’s driving us apart.

“I know,” she says, fully aware of the distance.

“I think I found a way to fix it, a way to bond us back together.”

“I’ll do anything,” she replies, desperate to fill the void.

“Are you opposed to me leaving my mark on you?”

“You mean like branding me?”

“Yes. I want to brand you as my own. Not with a necklace or a ring that you can take off. I want to burn it into your flesh, into your heart. I need to know you can’t just take it off, and toss it aside again. I need to reestablish ownership, and I need it to be permanent this time. It’s the only way.”

“I’m never going to leave you again, Odin. Yours forever, I promise. If you need it set in my flesh to believe it, then do it. ”

The feeling of power that rushes through him has him moving quickly on his feet. In the corner of the room where Lila can see, there is an incinerator. It starts with a loud crackling noise when Odin lights it. With a gloved hand, he sets the iron inside with the handle hanging out of the small door. The room fills with a small amount of smoke, but most of it escapes through the decayed ceiling. There’s a hint of burning flesh in the air as the incinerator hisses like an old furnace.

He walks back to the table and grabs a swab and some iodine. Walking up behind Lila, he tucks her hair around one shoulder. On her bare shoulder, he wipes down a small patch of skin with the sterilizing swab.

When he’s finished prepping her skin, he walks back to the table, discarding the swab and picking up the anal hook. With the hook in his hand, he walks toward Lila, casually opening his jeans. He stands in front of her, her eyes fixing on the hook before moving upward to meet his gaze. He grabs her thighs and wraps them around his waist. Her calves lock behind his back as he eases his increasingly large his cock inside her.

“Fuck,” she whispers as she embraces him. That one word on her lips could drive him crazy. He takes a fist full of her hair, pulling backwards to expose her neck.

For a moment he just enjoys her, watching her body moves up and down on his dick. He leans forward, kissing her neck. He pulls tighter on her hair, forcing her neck into his mouth as he sucks hard at her skin.

He holds her hips and slams into her, and her eyes shoot open. He holds her head against is, staring into her eyes. Then he trails the cold hook down her back, sending chills down her spine. Her body shivers around him, and her eyes get hazy. He kisses her hard, holding himself still inside of her. Then he stops, so he can watch the look in her eye when he penetrates her ass with the steel hook.

She gasps, pushing against his cock as the metal slips inside her. He sinks it deeper slowly, and her wide eyes burn into his. Her legs around his waist tighten as he starts to move inside her again. He fucks her hard, pressing her further onto the hook. She groans, and he seizes her lips again, making her pain his own.

He holds the hook against her back, the balled tip deep inside her as his cock slides in and out, faster and harder with each thrust.

Her screams echo through the slaughterhouse. Some sound like she’s about to cum, others like she’s about to cry.

He’s deep inside of Lila when he loses his mind to a flashback. Katelyn. This is exactly where she died.

What do you think boy? Think she’s a virgin?
The old man had said with his hand on Katelyn’s slit.
I think she is.
He’d said, slipping a finger inside.
I’ma gonna rip this bitch wide open
.

She screamed around her gag as his father shoved multiple fingers in her. Her body jerked against the chains, but she couldn’t help herself. Tears streaked thickly down her face, her gaze never leaving Odin’s.

She was a virgin. She looked him in the eye, and begged him to help her. She called him by his name even. But there was nothing he could do. The old man used a power drill to take her virginity, and she screamed like he’d never heard any girl scream before.

If he could go back and do that day differently he would. It was by far the most disturbing thing he ever witnessed, and her eyes kept coming back to him. But here, now, with Lila, he was hard all over again. This time the pussy in his hand wasn’t bleeding, and begging for mercy.

He throws himself into her, desperate to forget everything, this place, his father, Jaime and Rick. Driven by a need so great he becomes too violent.

“Sanctuary!” Lila screaming the safe word snaps him out of it immediately. He stops, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

“Too much,” she whispers shaking her head.

She lets out a cry as he pulls the hook from inside her. It’s bloody, he had no idea he was being so rough. This is dangerous. She shouldn’t be here. It’s time to finish this and take Lila home.

His cock is so stiff inside of her that it hurts with each throb. He grips it tightly in his hand, trying to ease the need to cum. His balls are tight as he grabs his glove off the table and takes the iron from the incinerator. The tip is bright red, ready to leave its mark.

Lila’s eyes are wide with anticipation, watching him cautiously as he makes his way behind her. He uses his free hand to wrap around her torso, holding her still. He knows how important it is to keep her from moving once the brand is placed to her flesh.

“Ready?” he asks.

Her two swollen hands ball into fists as she nods her head. He scorches the flesh on her right shoulder blade with the iron. The scream that pours out of her lungs shatters him. The smell of burning skin fills his nostrils. After a few short seconds he tosses the iron aside. Lila is crying as he takes a quick look at the skin. His mark, there forever.

He moves to the front of her, and holds her head against his shoulder.

“Come here, baby girl,” he whispers, unhooking her from the ceiling. Her arms and legs quickly wrap around him, as she cries into his shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you,” he tells her as he sets her on the table. His cock is still hard as a rock, and he wants to fuck her bad.

She nods her head on his shoulder, still curled around him. He takes this as a sign of submission, and gently moves forward, pressing himself into her slowly. One hand tangles in her hair, holding her head to his shoulder while the other wraps around her back. She clings to him tightly as he gently makes love to her here on the table in the slaughterhouse.

It doesn’t take but a couple minutes of gentle fucking to make him cum. He bursts with weeks of pent up tension groaning loudly as he empties himself. Her tears subside, as she kisses his neck.

He embraces her in his arms. “I love you, Lila.”

“I love you too, Odin.”

His hands tangle in her hair, and he kisses the top of her head over and over. 

Lila tries hard to take it like a champ when he has to ice her back and bandage it up with burn cream. But it breaks his heart at the same time. He’ll never understand why she does this for him. Even though he’d do the same for her.

Odin puts this whole place, and all the demons it comes with behind him when he climbs back on his bike with Lila and leaves the slaughterhouse in the cloud of dust.

As they drive back toward the club house, he takes one hand off the handlebars to stroke her arm, dotting loving gestures on her now that he’s finally at peace with everything that’s happened.

With a lighter heart, he thinks back on all the good times he had here in Louisiana. DJ, Cox, Mason, shit even Jaylie, they were his best friends. They were what made life bearable all those years.

He’s glad to finally be back, to be able to put his past behind him and return to his home town. Sure there are members who will always look at him like he is his father. But having friends like Mason and Cox, who he went way back with, is a privilege he’s happy to have back.

Odin parks his chopper across from the line of bikes in front of the club house. It’s well passed dark, as he leads Lila up to a room in the old hotel behind the bar. They hop through the shower together, and as Lila is pulling on a set of fresh clothes, Odin pulls a small red box from his bag.

“What’s this?” she asks, as he takes a seat on the bed next to her, and hands her the box. Something he’s wanted to do for a while, but everything just got in the way.

“Open it,” he pries, with a smile on his face, feeling strangely nervous. Lila’s hands unclasp the box, revealing a silver key on the inside.

“If you tell me this is the key to your heart, I’m gonna slap you in the face and call you gay!”

That’s my girl, never the hopeless romantic, but instead always a firecracker.

“It’s the key to my place. I want you to move in with me.”

Lila’s eyes quickly rise to meet his, searching for something in his expression.

“Really?” she asks unbelieving. “Are you sure?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m sure. You’re my old lady. You should be living with me. I wanted to ask you when your house sold, but you dumped me.”

She pulls the key from the box, examining it in her hand. Then her big brown eyes look up at him, and the most beautiful smile he’s ever known spreads across her face.